Flora. No; no soul knows of it yet but my Lady and I, and now I have told it to you; and I am to tell it to all the servants as soon as she comes, that they may not think my Lady has broken her vow, by admitting a man—Lord, I wonder how I should look in men's clothes!
Jerome. There's the Priest's old great cloak, doublet, and jack-boots hanging up behind that door, if you have a mind to try, and I'll step out of the way till you have put them on.
( A loud rapping at the door. )
Flora. Here she is—Here she is—Oh dear—Oh dear—how ashamed I am for her.
Jerome. And I wish I may die if so ben't I.
( Covering his eyes. )
Flora. And yet somehow I long to see her!
( Another rapping. )
Flora. Run, Jerome, run.
Jerome. This moment ( turning back ) but I am so afraid I shall laugh.